not an oxymoron
Posted in Of Core Knowing on Aug 17th, 2008
Hands progress around the clock’s face, passing cheeks at 3 & 9, the chin at 6. Ticking past the temples, past the hollow beneath the bone with where powder and sweat pass one another through the pore doors. Time wrinkles in the winking.
Fingers trace circles like beach grass in wind. They stop at high noon, [...]
Posted in On Personal Practice on Mar 27th, 2008
I’ve been feeling lately that time, or the moving time that whirls the hands on the clock face, is a thick, cement-y porridge filling any crack in my existence. I live bricked up inside a solid wall of time. My practice––it inexplicably fetches me when I’m truly overwhelmed (I cannot explain why I am able [...]
Posted in On Personal Practice on Mar 3rd, 2008
Thinking about friend Karleen’s (Koen––a marvelous writer!!) comment on the frustration of making time for practice. I know this is THE most difficult aspect of Personal Practice––just shoe-horning it into the day. I don’t even think the word ‘resistance’ applies any more, the way it might have two decades ago when there really was a [...]